Delight.

Puzzles with H and a cuddle with my favorite mutt, a late night “I’m downstairs!” call from Miss Rachel, revelatory egg sammies at Flour, US Weekly and mani-pedis, dinner at Cambridge 1, effectively using the GPS on my phone, everything about Ladysmith Black Mambazo, drinks and hummus at Tory Row, a long, bracing, second-wind inducing scuttle back to the apartment, a lazy Sunday morning coffee date, and kamikaze grocery-shopping with the boyfriend. R, you are always such a joy. See you in the spring.